West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1887-03-03

that she quite warmed toward him, aud
continued confdentially;
"Once had beautiful time-that
was good while ago-a girl 1knew At
school hunted me up, wrote 10 me. and
invited me to visit her. It was in Phila-
delphia."
And did you goi'
"Ah. YES, and il was beautiful timew
Then, her face falling, "but l had to
come home. 1t was all over in three
months"
"Ah, that was hard, sympathetic.
ally.
" Yes, il was, Mr. Rogers, taking up
another jacket aud beginning on a new
hole. For they were rich, you know,
and II was quite like old times their
nice house and all-snd then To come
back here the noise and the children.
and clearing up the rooms-it seemed
worse after that. But perhaps shouldn't
have minded If il hadn been for-thcre
was something worse than all that. " con.
tinued Clarice, working hard at the
jacket, with crimson checks
Will you tell me about it?" asked
John Rogers, very kindly, his honest
gray eyes softening. IL does one good
sometimes TO tell ones troubles, and am
so much older than you -
Clarice locke up, quite gratifc1 at
this unexpected sympathy.
q" will tell you. Mr. rogers. 1t was
when l was in Philadelphia that | met
Harris-lIarris Bo,l-and was o diff
ferent there, at the parties went 20 with
Fannie, that he thought / was pretty.
and to- me so, and said that ne loved
me, and wanted me to b. his fe. / had
a pretty white dress, you know" tim
idly, and glancing blushing down at
her present faded calico, land wore
flowers -and-you can scarcely under
stand me
'' es. | can understand it, said John,
noting the light in the brown eyes and
the newly acquired color TEL me the
rest, Clarice -
And we were engaged-and could
scarcely believe it-but l was very
happy. lie was such a handsome gentle
man, too, and so aristocratic, ana | did
not mind the boarders, or ANYTHING,
when thought about Harris. So at last
he came here TO see me, and he saw
mamma and the children, the house and
the boarders and can't tell YOU how it
was but he was different lie didn't
tell me he was changed, but he was rest
less, and It worried him, and / saw he
cared. am proud Mr.. Rogers, though
We are poor now, and broke il all up.
1t wasn't the love had dreamed OF. /
had read a great many novels. and
thought life was aiairy tale aud love was
b eautiful. always used 70 think. when
some one comes 10 love me I'll never be
sad or veXed any more;' and Harris
seemed TO me all had wished for until
saw the house aud the boardcrs 'rcttcd
MN. or / had dreamed OF n love that
would he out Of the common. and that
when / went away with nv lover
thought |, too, would bc better, lust rs
he wished me Ia be. SO told him. Mr.
Rogers, II was all over, and he said per
haps we were not fitted to make each
other happy And then he went away,
and the work and the noise and the
/ boarders frettcd me as they had never
done before For somehow. although |
could not love him as much for treating
me so. the thoughts about him and the
/ dreams about him were all gone and /
missed them so.
''foor child" said John, tendcrly.
But it's my own fault Mr. Rogers.
I expected too much. There is no such
| love as ! have dreamed about. and
mother says did very wreng TO break
, 10 of. She was very angry with me.
f. but / knew the things would alwavs
/ fret him, and could not bear it,"
Clarice, would it help you anv 10
| knew that !, too, have suffered ~ YOU
have suffered" asked John, for two
shining tears had dropped on the boys
jacket /, too, dreamed Of love, aud /
I found q woman whom I believed had
! given me that love; but because her
par nts found in me only plain, poor
man, no longer young, She gave me up
| She gave mp faith, and trust, and hope.
! because She had not that real love which
/ you dcscrib.'
/ lie stopped speaking He had forgot
| ten the little girl in her calico gown.
| and was gazing abstractcdly out OF the
/ window. hard lines Of regret and pas
/ sion1tc despair written on his face.
suddenly he felt a little. warm. soft
hand laid gently on his, AMI Claricc
+ said
"Mr Rogers, ! am 90 sorry
/ He wrung the little working hand
/ and then he rose and went to hi room
and gave way to his new sorrow.
Clarice folded her sewing and put 10
away but it comfortcd her ae sho went
about her evening duties that Mr. Rogers
had listened TO her story, and % know
. that he, too, had missd tho love he
dreamed or
Several months had passed away.
John Rogers had often found his way
into the shabby little parior. and chaftnd
with Cla ice once he hld found "a bunch
of flowers ON his bureau and no room
i0 the house wss such q model Of order.
One day, as hc slunlcrCi into tho par
Tor. toward dusk. hoping that bis litlo
friend would come there with hor bas-
kct " mrnding ond sit awhile. he heard
the rustic Of feminine garments. and
looking up sow ihlt his agd'1dy stood
before him. Mrs Dean was % woman
who pridcd herself ON har former die
pity She wore very long and dusty
a.p1C1 10 being mo- LONGER within her
limits to trail Sd x. She traiicd alpacl.
Some persons arc of this mold Her
hands, which She folded maicsicallv.
woro worry Qdmy Rogers remembered
with pleasure chat Clarice was alwavs
neat
'Nlr Rogers began the lady with
/ unusual dignity Spray be- seated. 7
naro noticed for some time past that
YOU have frequently of evenings found
your way into my par.or. and pissed the
time boo conversation with my daughter.